The Dixits, as one can say were the coolest family
of New Delhi. Well! Precisely not the right way, but yes they were one of their
kind. Mrs Dixit, who worried about her eldest daughter's marriage the time she
gave birth to her.

Mr Dixit, on the other hand was a man who believed
that whatever happened has to happen in the proper time and proper place...it
was sort of destined. Meenaxi of the age of 20 did her MBA. The youngest
daughter of Mr and Mrs Dixit was Seema, who kept talking without knowing what
she talked.

So, precisely this family was one of their kind, the
odd one out, the extraordinaire, etc, etc, etc and so forth.... the words would
go on.

Now, since Meenaxi was 20, Mrs Dixit had to get her
an eligible boy. The hunt went on and the hunter was only she herself, because
Mr Dixit was too busy reading and measuring the ups and downs of the stock
exchange for his business. Meenaxi, on the other hand was just too occupied and
uninterested about her marriage. Seema was the person left and she would say yes
to even a plumber, because she had to get all decked up for the marriage, that
was the only concern of hers; whom her sister got married to was none of her
business. In short, Mrs Dixit was the hunting dog and hunter too; she did a sort
of 2 in 1 role.

"Fine I will tell him yes for you, what say?"
asked Meenaxi holding her head.

"Oh yes!!!! I don't mind, but mom won't be
interested in getting me married", replied Seema as she walked to her mother,
who was busy scanning through all the guy's photos and their bio data.

"AHA! We done it, we made 23 lakhs profit in
the shares", declared Mr Dixit, who still didn't rip his eyes off the paper. He
still sat calculating and Meenaxi thought that her father calculated the number
of zeros in 23 lakhs.

"Oho, you na, you sit with this dumb, stupid
paper. Your daughter has grown up, but what’s the matter, like a tree; let
Meenaxi also grow, what is your concern in it. You act as if we are searching a
guy for the neighbour's daughter na", said Mrs Dixit emotionally.

"I would be interested then, if you would be
searching a guy for our neighbours' daughter", said Mr Dixit comically, as he
joined his family and Meenaxi laughed out. But, Mrs Dixit looked at her husband
dangerously and Mr Dixit hid his face in the pretence as if he were frightened.

"Enough, I am going to invite this boy. You
know, he's from states and gradually you will become a green card holder. He's
also got a business of automobiles and he says here, that he needs a pure Indian
girl, who has no grudges staying with him in the US", said Mrs Dixit as she read
the letter, which he had send all the way through the States. Mrs Dixit smelled
it and inhaling it for a long time, she said, "Oh look the letter smells of USA.
One day after you marry him, you will also smell like the letter". Both Mr Dixit
and Meenaxi looked at Mrs Dixit with helpless and hopeless manner.

"Mom I don't want to marry a guy who would
smell. I hate smelly people", Meenaxi said correcting her mom in a polite
manner.

"Anyway, I am inviting him here and you know he
is in Delhi for a few days and you know he's staying in Holiday Inn", remarked
Mrs Dixit with excitement as she ran towards the phone.

This is just a brief description of what all
happens in the Dixit family. Oh by the way, the smelling-like-USA- guy wouldn't
be the first guy to see Meenaxi. He must be the 15th or 16th, actually everybody
lost count of it. Meenaxi rejected any boy, eligible enough for a normal person.
She always found faults that weren’t very much observed by others, for example:
A gentleman came all the way from Hyderabad to New Delhi for Meenaxi and she
rejected him, saying he was squint. Mrs Dixit couldn’t help staring at his eyes
in a very oddly manner, for which the Hyderabadi gentleman had to leave
embarrassedly.

There was another gentleman, who came all the way
from Australia, for which Mrs Dixit had kept the highest hopes of getting him
married to Meenaxi, she went to such an extent where she even decided what to
wear, "I will wear a yellow sari, so that my lovely son-in-law wouldn't feel
home sick", declared Mrs Dixit to her husband, who decidedly thought of not
wearing a yellow sherwani. Poor Mrs Dixit and her yellow sari, they both had to
wait for each other, as the Australian gentleman left hurriedly, fully flushed
with Meenaxi. On inquiry from Mrs Dixit, about what had happened to him, to give
him such a mood, Meenaxi coolly replied, "I had guessed the Kangaroos were the
national animal of Australia, as he too smelled like one". Meenaxi’s mother
couldn't believe her ears, eyes, almost all her senses, had come to sudden
stillness of defeat and more than that it was of disgust, hopelessness that
nobody helped her in finding the right man for her daughter.

So, now it was for Mr USA. It was half past
5 and Mrs Dixit gave orders to her servant, Ram kaka. She also instructed
Meenaxi of how to go to the hall, when she's called and how lady like she has to
appear to the US man.

"And remember no funny stuffs. Beta! This guy
will make your life like living paradise. I am telling you; you really had to
appear as pleasantly as possible. Make him so crazy about you that he should see
you and you only, wherever he sees, he will see only you", said Mrs Dixit who
was desperate of switching places only till the man would say yes to her.

"I hope he doesn't see me in you, mom", replied
Meenaxi, who wore a pink shalwar Qameez. Mrs Dixit wore a blue and red sari, to
represent the flag of USA. Mr Dixit, when noticed it said, "The only thing
missing are the stars".

The bell rang and Mrs Dixit was in hysteria, she
could faint any moment, "He's here, he's here, oh my God. He's here he's here.
Oh what will I do, what shall I say, what shall I say. Oh my God he's here, God
bless me,” yelled Mrs Dixit, as she ran to and fro in front of her family. It
seemed that the boy had come to see her and not Meenaxi, who stood passively,
folding her arms.

"Its ok, its ok. I know he will say yes to you",
said Mr Dixit, as he saw such behaviour of his wife.

"Oh keep quiet and please, no, no stupid jokes
of yours. I want you to keep your mouth shut", said Mrs Dixit and she arranged
her sari in a properly manner and opened the door.

Meenaxi was in the adjusted room with her sister,
who by now decided what to wear for the marriage. She went on which parlour and
which make up kit she will use on her sister's marriage. Seema was a real
replica of her mother; she did what her mom did. Meenaxi was trapped between the
two women who had duplicate nature.

"Seema, bring your sister here", Mrs Dixit said
politely like a homely mother, who never felt any stress just a few minutes ago.

Meenaxi came to the hall and sat next to him.
He looked at her and Meenaxi stared straight into his eyes, for which Mrs Dixit
felt that it was too bold, she had to shy and lower her eyes like an Indian
lady, like how she did, when her husband came to see her.

"I like it, she's not like other Indian women,
who are timid and too bashful. I like it", said the man.

"Oh really, when will he say I love it",
whispered Mrs Dixit to her husband, who coughed half way, as she said.

"Do you mind if we both talk to each other?"
he asked and Mrs Dixit smiled like a lovely woman, "See my dear sure go on".

"I mean I want to talk to her all alone".

Mrs Dixit got up with an alarming alert and
said, "All Alone". She didn't mind that her daughter would be all alone with a
boy, who was a total stranger to her daughter. But she was scared that Meenaxi
would say something gruesome that will lead him to show the exit door of the
house. Mr Dixit too got up, but he was more calm and relaxed, it seemed as if he
had read his wife's mind, he silently soothed
her, "Its all right dear. Everything will
happen, when it has to happen".

Seema, Mr and Mrs Dixit left and Meenaxi took a
deep breath and looked at him inquiringly. He was like other Indian men, who go
to States and show off more than the original citizens of United Stated of
America.

"So what are your hobbies?" asked the man,
with an accent, which Meenaxi realised that it was like he's trying to maintain
it and it wasn't a permanently nailed on his tongue.

"Nothing much, I like...my mother likes to
call all the eligible guys for me and I love to reject them. You now, till today
I think I have rejected 16 to 17 guys. I have disapproved them so many times,
that I have lost count. I don't know whether you are the 18th one or not. What
do you think? I will give you a help line. 'Ask the audience'", said Meenaxi.
This guy gave a slight cough and said with a very disturbed way, "Ah...I think I
will be the 18th one".

"Oh so sad, I thought you were good, but I am so
sorry I hate to spend my life with a man who doesn't believe that he's good",
replied Meenaxi and she got up and then looked at him and said, "Please, have
something to eat. Mom made them especially for you".

The US gentleman too tip toed and left the
premises of the Dixits. Mrs Dixit's sharp ears heard that and she came running,
not wishing it to be the visitor leaving.

"Meenaxiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What have
you done? What was wrong with him? What is wrong with you? How many times do I
have to tell, you shouldn’t insult anyone. Oh, oh I am...I am going to have a
heart attack", said Mrs Dixit.

"My dear, please make us a cup of tea and
then have a heart attack", Mr Dixit said, he knew that was the dialogue that his
wife often used, whenever the guy leaves their house, but it never happened
literally.

"Oh keep quiet! It's because of you, you. I
am not talking to you. It is because of you that Meenaxi is not getting married.
You never take interest in anything, for how long will I have to take matters in
my hand. I have kneeled down with so much of responsibilities that I can't take
any more. If Meenaxi, God forbid, doesn't get married within this year, then the
people will wag their tongues and they will ask if she's all right or not, or is
there some defect in her", said Mrs Dixit sobbingly,

"Ohfo, look if she's-" before Mr Dixit could
explain, the bell rang and Mrs Dixit hoped that it could be the boy from the US.

"Meenaxi go open fast, open the door fast, who
knows it must be him and he must have come here to say he liked Meenaxi", said
Mrs Dixit as she did her hair properly and artificially, for namesake she
pretended to deck herself properly.

As Meenaxi opened the door, she screamed
joyfully, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAA".

Mrs Dixit looked inquisitively at the visitor, seeing
whom Meenaxi screamed. Seema ran towards the door and Mr Dixit patiently sat on
his chair, now staring at the paper with the question of, 'to be or not to be'.

"Who is it?" asked Mrs Dixit impatiently,
still expecting the same person.

"Mom, guess, who, its Sapna", replied Meenaxi
as she pulled her friend to show her parents.

"Oh its you", said Mrs Dixit unenthusiastically, Mr
Dixit hit her with an elbow and she, like a toy starting with fresh battery to
play, said "Ohhhhhhh its youuuuuuuuuuuuuu" and then she went down, "If only she
had introduced me to a guy, I wish Sapna was a guy with the name of Suresh,
Subhash, Rohan", Mrs Dixit said under her breath.

"Sapna, beta. How's everything?" asked Mr Dixit,
who noticed that his wife was in mood attending the visitor, so he had to be
more approachable and not cold.

"Hey, but what are you doing here?" asked Meenaxi
all thrilled to see her best friend in her city.

"I have come especially to invite you for my
marriage", said Sapna, as she handed her wedding card. Meenaxi looked at her
mother and Mrs Dixit's eyes came out and her mouth was fully open and one could
see her full set of 32 teeth.

"To who?" was the first question that came out
from Mrs Dixit.

"Ah...aunty his name is Rohan and he's a
banker".

"A..b-b-banker? Is it a love marriage or an
arrange marriage?" asked Mrs Dixit, her questions came out like as if she were a
police officer.

"Arrange marriage".

"Who arranged your marriage?" asked Mrs Dixit
without keeping silent.

"Mummy and daddy", replied Sapna, she felt as if
she were in a torture asylum.

"AHA- mummy and DADDY. DADDY isn't mummy and
DADDY also. See daddy", said Mrs Dixit looking at her husband critically and he
looked at Meenaxi.

"Aunty, we really hope to see you. But in case
if you can't make it, please send Meenaxi at least. Ok aunty I have to
distribute this card to other people also. Bye Meena", said Sapna and she left.
Though Sapna had left, but Mrs Dixit took the house on her head as she kept on
saying, "Our daughter, god forbid, our daughter will become old, but none, but
no one will marry her. Why? Because her father isn't at all interested in it, he
is totally interested in his shares. Go, you go and check out your shares. I
will give you the paper and yes, one more thing tomorrow you go and subscribe to
other newspapers also and come. Then we all will also help you in knowing the
conditions of the shares of all the companies. BUT! We are not at all concern
about the condition of our daughter. Not we, you, you are not. I don't know it
is only me and me who is worried about her marriage. If there is a delay, then,
then what will everybody say. They will say na, that look the girl must have got
some problem, they won't be interested in knowing our side of the story. They
won't be interested that every single boy liked Meenaxi, but Meenaxi didn't like
anyone. She always finds faults in them. No! Who’s interested? Gossip is all
about saying bad only and gossip goes well, if there is a girl involved, it
becomes more interesting.” Mrs Dixit by now became emotional and she left for
her room.

"God, mom didn’t look happy when she said all this",
said Seema as she watched her mother climbing the stairs.

"Well- Meenaxi, I think your mother after our full
15 years of marriage, today whatever she said is right. My dear I think you
should get married".